The two old men drank their beers, comparing ankle injuries. As the night wore on, the injuries got bigger – ending with tales of amputation

And the end was near. He saw the signs. In his endless thirst for bourbon. In the smell emanating from his body. In the way he said “mommy.”

He was a simpleton but in a good way. Then he came into a stupendous amount of money. And he became complex but in the worst way imagineable

He needs to believe in love and peace. And caffeine free cola. But then he sees another insipid commercial on TV and wants to kill the world